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My neighbor’s kid screams like he’s being sacrificed to the gods every morning and I’m about three meltdowns away from moving to the woods.
Why does everything cost so d### much just to survive? I’m not even living, I’m just paying to exist.
I’m 40 years old and I’m drowning in debt and I don’t know what the f### to do anymore. Like genuinely. I’ve tried. I’ve cut every corner, canceled everything, stopped doing anything remotely “extra.” I don’t go out. I don’t order food. I buy off-brand everything. And I’m STILL behind. Always behind. It’s like I’m running in sand and the tide just keeps rising.
I have bills I haven’t opened in weeks because I already know what they say. FINAL NOTICE. PAST DUE. PAY NOW OR ELSE. Or else what?? You gonna come take my sadness?? You want the air mattress I sleep on?? Be my guest. I’m so tired of living like this. Of waking up in fight or flight mode before I’ve even had coffee.
And the worst part is, I’m not even irresponsible. I didn’t do anything outrageous. I didn’t rack up debt from vacations or designer...Read Full Rant
I show up for people who would forget me in a second.
Being a man doesn’t mean I don’t want someone to tell me it’s okay to cry.
My body is changing and I can’t look in the mirror without picking myself apart.
I hate that I still love someone who made me hate myself.
Everyone talks about healing, but no one tells you how lonely it is.
I don’t even know who I am without my anxiety. That’s terrifying.
Why does my mom only call me when she wants something? I’m not her emotional trash can.